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Self-renunciation. i Sweet is the bliss of souls serene,
When they have sworn and steadfast mean, Counting the cost, in all to espy
Their God, in all themselves deny. 9 O could we learn that sacrifice,
What lights would all around us rise!
3. We need not bid, for cloistered cell,
Our neighbor and our work farewell,
4 The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask
C.M. 416. PROUD.
The Happiness of a Christian.
And lives within the mind,
And all the soul refined,
2 The desert blooms in living green,
Where thorns and briers grew;
And all the prospect new.
3 The storms of rugged winter cease,
The frozen flowers revive; Spring blooms without, within is peace,
All nature seems alive.
4 O happy Christian, richly blessed!
What floods of pleasure roll! By God and man he stands confessed,
In dignity of soul.
His Maker is his friend;
And happiness his end.
DODDRIDGE. “He that hath the Son hath life.” 1 O HAPPY Christian, who can trust
66 The Son of God is mine!" Happy, though humbled in the dust,
Rich in this gift divine. 2 He lives the life of heaven below,
And shall for ever live; Eternal streams from Christ shall flow,
And endless vigor give. 3 That life we ask with bended knee,
Nor will the Lord deny;
Its humble suppliants die.
We wish continued breath;
That praise can live in death.
Zeal and Vigor in the Christian Race.
1 AWAKE, my soul ! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on :
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'T is God's all-animáting voice
That calls thee from on high ; 'T is his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye;
A That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
Shall blend in common dust.
Each in his office wait,
And watchful at his gate.
Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame:
For awful is his name.
Watch! 't is your Lord's command;
And while we speak, he 's near:
And ready all appear.
In such a posture found!
And be with honor crowned.
1 Away, ye ceaseless doubts and fears,
That weaken and enthrall ;
And rise at wisdom's call.
2 Awake, my soul, to duty wake;
Go pay the debt thou ow'st; Go forward, - and the night shall break
Around thee as thou go'st.
3 Swift fly the hours, and brief the time
For action or repose ; Fast flits this scene of woe and crime,
And soon the whole shall close.
4 The evening shadows deeper fall,
The daylight dies away: Wake, slumberer, at the Master's call,
And work while it is day.
No Act without Influence.
1 Scory not the slightest word or deed,
Nor deem it void of power;
Waiting its natal hour.
And call it back to life;
And still unholy strife.
3 No act falls fruitless ; none can tell
How vast its power may be ; Nor what results enfolded dwell
Within it, silently.
4 Work, and despair not: bring thy mite,
Nor care how small it be;
The holy, true, and free.
8 & 78. M.
WEST BOSTON COL.
Be thou ready.
1 Be thou ready, fellow-mortal,
In thy pilgrimage of life,
In the toil and in the strife.
Lure thy footsteps from the right;
In the sudden gloom of night.